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Meanwhile, let us have a sip of tea. the afternoon glow is brightening in the
bamboos, the fountains are bubbling with delight, the soughing of pines is
heard in our kettle. let us dream of evanescence, and linger in the beautiful
foolishness of things. - The Book of Tea

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Now love's a broken record that's been skipping in my head,
I keep singing yesterday - why we have to play these games we play

I ain't tripping, I'm just missing you. You know what I'm saying, you know what I mean. Every now and then when I'm all alone, I'd be wishing that you would call me on the telephone. Say you want me back but you never do. I feel like such a fool, there's nothing I can do. I'm such a fool for you.

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